"Push it down. The beast's mouth wants something hot."
When the Black Stone Secret Realm collapsed, fellow disciple Zhao Heng pushed Lu Jin into the gap between the teeth of the monster with a palm. Lu Jin was supposed to die - one breath before he died, he held the unfinished half of Zhao Heng's sword.
When he woke up, his sword power was still there and he only had half his life left. A stick of incense burns slowly in the sea of consciousness: every time a sword is borrowed from the embers, one day of life is shortened.
The sect wants achievements, the enemies want to be silenced, and the secret realm is still recruiting people. Before Lu Jin drew his sword, he first counted how many days he had left.
